GOOD Lyrics

How it's going man

Too familiar

My ways is getting old man

Keep on playing

I might end up flat on my ass

In the cold

And now I'm reliving my old plans

I can't control the natural

Watch nature slow dance

This life is fast you gotta give it up and go man

Too fucked up i might aswell just watch these hoes dance

The emptiness I feel right after all the romance

I call Em faith and destiny they love to hold hands

They watching me deep in my sleep

I feel my soul glance into the stars

I know that's where we belong man

We just feeling in this bitch and than we gon man

A Nihilists

My pockets thinning like the head top of the old man

Jealous of the youth because the truth lives inside they mind

That's why started mind control damn

How do I grow up without loosing all that I am

No man

I been changing all this shit

I did my old dance

Now I'm back

And too familiar with all the things

So fucked up I didn't even give my heart a chance

Get back good

And now I'm feeling like a black king

I get back good

I'm feeling good I might as well change

I get back good and then I'm on these fuckers man

I get back good and then it back to why

the fuck I came

Who can you trust

When it's going up

Back in the day I use to rock the avierex

At 5 years old I pulled the cutie with berrets

At 25 they'll be like how she get that chest

Dr Miami not embarrassed to confess

Please don't near me letting all these demons stretch

Before i exercise Em

Then I move on to what's next

These rap flows are comprised of

Whatever sits on my chest

The fights on I got songs

Make hip hop reconnect

Oh it's good from here

You started fucking with the soul

So here your souvenir

Breaking it down

I make these bad bitches shake on the wall

Body was bussin all outta that dress

Got all these cuffed niggas looking appalled

It's Friday night and I'm still going raw

I don't trust her she be peeping my dawg

It ain't hard to peep the hoe when she scheming

Money talks nigga pussy walk off

Don't you get mad nigga

That wasn't yo bitch

You ain't really hard

You just got a strap nigga

It really ain't hard

Don't make tonight your last

I felt like nothing was real

Now I'm realizing I need something to feel

I lost my chill

I lost my mind

But god got from here

Old things

I be talking bout some motherfucking old things

Reminiscing

Stead of making some new memories

That way it's going we got 30 40 more of these

Damn

Play my albums fore they bury

I got stop the pessimism

Shit is scaring

That's why I'm letting go

Of all my little child fears

But I'm still man enough to smile and cry tears

Can't change

What you can't control

Try to do that you get stuck inside a black hole

It's a cycle

Type of shit to make a nigga go physco

Get back good and now it's time to let my light glow